Grown Simba (Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah... I Mean
I don't do too much bullsh*t in the talking
So this time... isn't gonna be any different

[Verse 1: Anilyst]

Look...
I spit with massive weight to blast and break your ribs
Sick of faggot fakes with fabricated fibs
Catch a case and dip
Met an actress babe that asked to taste my kids
Got's the ass and waist to match the face and lips
Laceration sick, ate a half an eighth of hash to take a trip
Stick with rappin' great cause passion pays a grip
Fascination with how I captivate the track to paint a pic
Let my craft create this master-mason sh*t
Let your mind accept it
Get respected off this method I've perfected
I've been blessed with every session I've attended
I'll get what I've projected
Then press that 9 to get your mind to exit
f*cker step aside, get left to die in trenches
Ho, behold the honcho
Kobe with the clock though
Homie I'm an artist so my flow be so Picasso
You're only known as awful
Don't approach me or get toppled
Earnin' dough's my motto
And my ho be from Morocco